Flashy Adventurer System : Show Off to Get Stronger!

"AAAHHHH!!!"

A spine-chilling scream of agony sounded across the entire ninth floor, bringing a satisfied smile to Shye's face.

Naturally, the scream came from Haoran, who was currently tied up with both of his pinky fingers gone.

"P-Please, let me go! What do you want?! I can give you anything you want or even do some heinous crimes for you! Don't you have some desires you want to fulfill?! We can also keep it a secret from that girlfriend of yours!" The old filth pleaded desperately, evidently not loving his first-ever torture session.

He had always been the one torturing others, and he never expected that he would one day be on the receiving end of a slow punishment.

After all, his patience was one of his strong points and all of his organization's operations were carefully planned and executed.

Hence, today was truly an unexpected nightmare for Haoran.

"Heh, let me think about it, old man. If you beg for your life well enough, my anger might slowly fade, and I might consider your offer more seriously." Shye replied with a cold smile.

He truly had no intentions of accepting Haoran's offer, however, he wanted to destroy his heart, mind, and body for daring to touch Shirley.

Thus, he decided to give the old bastard some false hope—a fitting torture for his old wicked heart.

Hearing Shye address him as "old man" instead of "old filth" or "old bastard" made everything believable for Haoran, who was desperate to live.

'You little shit, once I escape here, I shall make it my life's mission to torture you and everyone close to you! I will f*cking destroy your life!' the old filth inwardly vowed, saying something completely different shortly after.

"Y-Yes, I apologize for touching your woman. I-I never knew that there was someone as talented as you in Valenzia and that I would be this unlucky to be on the receiving end of your wrath! I-If you can find it in your heart to forgive an old filth like me, I would never dare cross you again. I would even be your dog! One that will do the dirty deeds for you! Kill someone, capture someone, you name it!"

Naturally, Haoran's words merely made Shye inwardly sneer in disdain and amusement.

'Heh, this wretched old man will stoop to any level to get what he wants! Unfortunately, I'll never fall for the lies of scummy old bastards like you!'

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"Fine then, old man. I shall give you a chance."

A shadow of an elated smile immediately crept into the corners of the old dog's mouth upon hearing the words of the arrogant brat in front of him.

'Heh, in the end, you need experience to survive in the world!' Haoran inwardly thought while appearing extremely pitiful as he looked straight at Shye's eyes.

At that moment, one would pity such a poor old man.

Except for Shye, of course, who currently had 300 points in intelligence in addition to some anger issues brought about by his playful heart.

"I-I'll do it! How can I prove myself to you, young talented sir?"

Feigning a pleased appearance, Shye spoke: "Hahahaha! First, drink this. I assure you, this substance is not deadly, this is just a test."

The seasoned old bastard knew that he would die anyway if he didn't grab this chance, hence, without hesitation, he drank the small bottle of elixir Shye gave him.

In Haoran's mind, the youngster was already under his control, and he believed that, despite his current situation, things would turn around in a few years.

Little did he know, Shye was simply toying with him, giving him false hope only to slap him with the harsh reality that today was the last day he would ever live in the end.

"AHHHHH!!"

As the elixir took effect, the pain in the old filth's severed pinky fingers, cut off by Shye earlier, intensified tenfold, causing snot and tears to stream down his nose and cheeks.

Naturally, such a sight made Shye almost burst out laughing in triumph, however, for the sake of breaking the old man's heart and mind, he temporarily suppressed it with all his might.

Instead, he frowned at the old bastard.

"Hmmph, so much for your loyalty, you can't even endure phase one of my trials! How can I trust you?!"

Hearing Shye's words, hope burgeoned deep within Haoran's heart, allowing him to at least resist the so-called "phase one" of the former's trials.

'I only need to endure this once, then I'll survive and have my chance for revenge!'

Gritting his teeth, Haoran forcefully endured the pain stemming from having his pinky fingers severed.

"Good, like this I can trust you a bit more. However, my trials aren't over yet." Experience more on empire

Brandishing both greatswords, Shye cut off all of Haoran's fingers, making him go crazy due to the hellish pain he was experiencing.

Soon after, the old filth rolled uncontrollably on the ground, drooling and crying in utter agony—his mind—battered by the neverending waves of pain.

"This potion will fully heal you including your lost body parts!" Shye exclaimed in a loud voice, dangling a green-colored potion that he reserved for emergency purposes in front of the old filth who was going through enough pain to destroy one's sanity.

"Endure all the pain I inflict for one whole minute, and this potion is yours! Additionally, I will accept your proposal to be my underground dog!"

'Endure…As long as I endure, I'll get to live!!'

Through sheer willpower and desperation to live, Haoran endured each excruciating second.

He was doing quite well.

However, as the thirty-second mark approached, he suddenly felt an intense pain in his groin, forcing him to look down.

His little brother…was gone, cut off by the ruthless youngster's greatswords.

"HIIIIIIIIHHHHHH!!"

Haoran screamed like a dying pig, causing Shye to let out a small peal of laughter, nearly revealing his ruthless plans ahead of time.

Fortunately for him, the old filth couldn't hear anything, as his mind was teetering on the edge of insanity.

After what felt like an eternity for the old man, his ears suddenly captured something that strengthened his resolve to endure.

"Five seconds!"

"Four!"

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

"Congratulations, here, the potion is all yours," Shye said, retrieving a green potion bottle that didn't look anything like the one he took out earlier.

Well, of course, it didn't as this one contained a moderately potent poison designed to kill its victim slowly.

Shortly after, Shye poured the "recovery potion" on the ground, a few meters in front of the suffering Haoran.

Naturally, the old filth felt intense anger upon catching a glimpse of Shye's actions, however, his seasoned self knew that this wasn't the time to complain.

Hence, no matter how hellish the pain was, Haoran slithered closer to the spilled elixir, desperately slurping it from the ground upon arrival.

"Hahahahaha! Good dog!" Shye said before turning around and carrying Shirley's unconscious body.

Shortly after, the poison's effects started to kick in, wreaking further havoc inside Haoran's body.

"No…No!...You…little…bas…"

"..."

After a few more seconds, silence enveloped the ninth floor.